I live in Nashville. This weekend I got snowed in. Well, Nashville got snowed in. We had eight inches of snow in my neighborhood while other neighborhoods got more like ten inches. I know all of you Michiganers and Wisconsiners are all, “Really? Eight inches is child’s play. Amateurs.” And of course, we are. We are ill-equipped to deal with this kind of snow. We are ill-equipped to deal with ice, too, which makes no sense because we get gobs of that mess every year.

Friday morning I awoke early and for a change had a good hair day. I was preening in the mirror, fluffing my coif before I liberally decanted a tin of hairspray onto it when I received a text from my boss. “You should probably stay home today. The roads are in rough shape.” (Everyone knows I don’t watch the weather because: no television. I have people looking out for me, y’all.)

“But I had a good hair day,” I wailed.

“Take some selfies and then go back to bed.” She is an excellent boss.

I thought about her suggestion but see above: good hair. I hated to waste it. Instead of clambering back in amongst my pillows and two cats, I opted to perch prettily on the sofa with a book until my new young roommate woke up so he could appreciate my fluffy halo of hair. That would have been an excellent plan except for the key words in that above sentence: “young” and “he.” Not being young anymore, I forget how they like to sleep: like the dead and late. And not being male, I forget that men who are not looking for a chance to sleep with you really don’t give two figs what your hair looks like. When Daniel finally rolled out of bed, he thundered down the stairs, hollered “good morning” and thundered out the door to rescue a friend who had gotten stuck at work in his ten inches of snow. As Daniel trundled off in his car for a four-hour rescue trip, I broke my Derek Zoolander pose, sighed, and put my hair up in a ponytail.

Then I got busy.

Below is my list of what I accomplished in 2.5 days of being snowbound:

Pizza, from scratch (A bust – yeast has an expiration date, did you know that?)

Pork roast with potatoes, carrots and mushrooms (I got to eat some of this! But Luke and Daniel ate it.)

Roasted garlic and shallots (Luke ate these.)

Hard boiled eggs (Still in fridge. Not sure what to do with them. Suggestions?)

Also, I cooked:

Broccoli (Only I ate this.)

Brown rice (No one wanted any but me.)

Later, I dug out all the skin care and hair care samples I have accumulated over the years and tried them all. My skin has experienced:

Algae face scrub (Rendered my skin green. Despite not caring a whit about my perfect hair, new young male roommates will notice when you emerge from the bathroom with green skin, so much so that they will choke on the pork roast and wheeze, “My God! Are you okay?”)

Something del Sol face wash (Made me oily.)

Philoposhy volumizing serum (Belatedly realized this was meant for hair.)

Crest Whitening toothpaste (Normal use but approximately five times more than usual.)

Coconut oil (Did you know that stuff is thick? Gag.)

Mixture of hydrogen peroxide and baking soda (Foamy!)

Hairspray (Liberal use too near my toothbrush.)

My hair was doused with:

Ion (Promised to make it Soft! Strong! Healthy! But actually made it look like straw.)

No other items because I felt like making it look like straw was trauma enough, plus I used up the Philosophy in one go on my face.

Also, I organized the following:

Sock drawer (Pristine!)

Hoodie shelf (I’m down to 16 hoodies. From 35. I call this miraculous.)

Cat food cabinet (They had a lot of treats. Seamus ate them.)

I read three books, cover to cover. Here are my favorite quotes:

“People mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really what guides them is what they’re afraid of. What they don’t want.” ~ Odelia, And the Mountains Echoed (Khaled Hosseini)

“Daniel Craig is James Bond. He wouldn’t have a limp little wiener floating around like that.” ~ Lula, Tricky Twenty-Two (Janet Evanovich)

You understand I had to balance out the classy with the trashy. No one can read three emotionally wrenching books in a row. No one.

Also, I vacuumed twice, did two very strenuous and vomit-inducing workouts, crunched my abs 420 times, shaved my legs and greased up every inch of my skin with some real deal cocoa butter. This last bit rendered me unable to sit on surfaces of any sort for a few hours as I’d slide off to the floor with a thunk. It takes a while for that stuff to soak in but when it does, your skin is soft for about six whole hours!

When the roads finally cleared enough for me to leave the house, I sped over to Kroger and walked the aisles for twenty minutes. I didn’t need a thing but it was such a glorious luxury to move around outside my home. Went to the library, too.